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"
Rides
well
,
eh
?
And
how
well
he
looks
on
his
horse
,
eh
?
"
"
A
perfect
picture
!
How
he
chased
a
fox
out
of
the
rank
grass
by
the
Zavárzinsk
thicket
the
other
day
!
Leaped
a
fearful
place
;
what
a
sight
when
they
rushed
from
the
covert
...
the
horse
worth
a
thousand
rubles
and
the
rider
beyond
all
price
!
Yes
,
one
would
have
to
search
far
to
find
another
as
smart
.
"
"
To
search
far
...
"
repeated
the
count
,
evidently
sorry
Simon
had
not
said
more
.
"
To
search
far
,
"
he
said
,
turning
back
the
skirt
of
his
coat
to
get
at
his
snuffbox
.
"
The
other
day
when
he
came
out
from
Mass
in
full
uniform
,
Michael
Sidórych
...
"
Simon
did
not
finish
,
for
on
the
still
air
he
had
distinctly
caught
the
music
of
the
hunt
with
only
two
or
three
hounds
giving
tongue
.
He
bent
down
his
head
and
listened
,
shaking
a
warning
finger
at
his
master
.
"
They
are
on
the
scent
of
the
cubs
...
"
he
whispered
,
"
straight
to
the
Lyádov
uplands
.
"
The
count
,
forgetting
to
smooth
out
the
smile
on
his
face
,
looked
into
the
distance
straight
before
him
,
down
the
narrow
open
space
,
holding
the
snuffbox
in
his
hand
but
not
taking
any
.
After
the
cry
of
the
hounds
came
the
deep
tones
of
the
wolf
call
from
Daniel
's
hunting
horn
;
the
pack
joined
the
first
three
hounds
and
they
could
be
heard
in
full
cry
,
with
that
peculiar
lift
in
the
note
that
indicates
that
they
are
after
a
wolf
.
The
whippers-in
no
longer
set
on
the
hounds
,
but
changed
to
the
cry
of
ulyulyu
,
and
above
the
others
rose
Daniel
's
voice
,
now
a
deep
bass
,
now
piercingly
shrill
.
His
voice
seemed
to
fill
the
whole
wood
and
carried
far
beyond
out
into
the
open
field
.
After
listening
a
few
moments
in
silence
,
the
count
and
his
attendant
convinced
themselves
that
the
hounds
had
separated
into
two
packs
:
the
sound
of
the
larger
pack
,
eagerly
giving
tongue
,
began
to
die
away
in
the
distance
,
the
other
pack
rushed
by
the
wood
past
the
count
,
and
it
was
with
this
that
Daniel
's
voice
was
heard
calling
ulyulyu
.
The
sounds
of
both
packs
mingled
and
broke
apart
again
,
but
both
were
becoming
more
distant
.
Simon
sighed
and
stooped
to
straighten
the
leash
a
young
borzoi
had
entangled
;
the
count
too
sighed
and
,
noticing
the
snuffbox
in
his
hand
,
opened
it
and
took
a
pinch
.
"
Back
!
"
cried
Simon
to
a
borzoi
that
was
pushing
forward
out
of
the
wood
.
The
count
started
and
dropped
the
snuffbox
.
Nastásya
Ivánovna
dismounted
to
pick
it
up
.
The
count
and
Simon
were
looking
at
him
.
Then
,
unexpectedly
,
as
often
happens
,
the
sound
of
the
hunt
suddenly
approached
,
as
if
the
hounds
in
full
cry
and
Daniel
ulyulyuing
were
just
in
front
of
them
.
The
count
turned
and
saw
on
his
right
Mítka
staring
at
him
with
eyes
starting
out
of
his
head
,
raising
his
cap
and
pointing
before
him
to
the
other
side
.
